"Mr. Deacembe, this is a newly ordered leather horsewhip. "A beautifully bound box was placed on the table of Deacon Bay, the head of the Department of Illusions, the lid of the box had been opened, and inside was a horsewhip with an extremely intricately carved handle, and on top of it was a dust-like head made up of dozens of tiny strips of leather.www.biquge.info

"Yes, yes, go lock the office door, I'm going to try the feel of this new product." "Deacon Bay is in his fifties, but as a sixth-level illusion mage, he is usually very well maintained, his hands look as if they are young women's, and the movement of stroking the handle of the horsewhip is like performing the most gentle massage.

"Teacher, can you transfer Diego to the Guardian Mage Academy?" Cynthia did not carry out Deacon Bey's order, but now made her own request, obviously in her opinion, this matter is very important.

"Why? Isn't Diego gifted as a sculptor?" Cynthia's disobedience didn't cause Deacon Beys' displeasure, and his eyes were full of pity when he asked. "Why do you want him to be that kind of guardian mage with no future? Isn't there such a saying in your student circle? Guarding the poor for three generations, spells ruin a lifetime. ”

"In this world, I only have one relative, as long as he can live his life peacefully, I don't want him to be exposed to things that are too dangerous......" Cynthia was a little embarrassed by Dickon Bay's staring, and hurriedly explained her purpose.

"Kid, you're wrong, it's not just Diego who is your relative, I'm too. Deacon Beckey walked up to Cynthia and patted her on the shoulder affectionately. "I'll respect your ideas, but also Diego, we'll talk about that later. Now you go and lock the door first......"

After obediently locking the door, Cynthia turned her back to Dickon Bay, pursed her lips tightly and unbuttoned them one by one, withdrew her mage robes, revealed her smooth back, grabbed the pillar-shaped hanger in the corner, bowed down slightly, and made a slightly seductive curve.

"Good boy, don't worry, it's just a little painful. Deacon Beckon didn't rush to wield the whip, he first took out a box of oily ointment from his drawer, pulled out a large piece, and began to spread it evenly on Cynthia's back, making sure that nothing was missed. This is a healing ointment, which is cool and cool when applied to the body, and it makes people feel very comfortable in this temperature that is not too cold.

But the next feeling was not so comfortable, there was a crisp snap, the leather whip fell on her back, and Cynthia's back hurt, she couldn't help but twist her shoulders slightly, but she quickly suppressed herself soberly, this time it didn't hurt very much, and it was too hypocritical to start struggling at this time.

"Child, does it hurt?" Deacon Belly keenly caught Cynthia's action, and hurriedly asked her with concern.

"It's okay......" After answering softly, Cynthia hurriedly bit her lip, this is just the beginning, and then the meat.

"If you can't help it, say it. After saying a word of concern, Deacon Beybe did not hesitate at all, and immediately raised the leather whip and whipped it down, just a little bit of force, just a tentative attempt, this second time the force was much greater, and directly pulled out a few light red blood marks on Cynthia's back.

Cynthia didn't react this time, she took a heavy breath, waiting for the next heavier whip. Seeing that this well-behaved child could really withstand his own whipping, he unceremoniously increased the intensity of the whipping. The whip rained down on Cynthia's back with a whooshing sound that whipped the air.

A mage doesn't have much physical strength, not to mention that Deacon Bay, as a high-ranking person, is even more lazy in wine and neglects to exercise, and after whipping Cynthia more than ten times, he is out of breath and can't lift his arms.

"Teacher, are you alright?" Seeing that the whip had stopped, Cynthia stood up and looked back, and saw Dickon Beybe standing there, panting for breath with his hands on his knees, and hurriedly grabbed him, ignoring the burning pain in her back.

"I'm fine, it's just that I'm old, and when you were young, even thirty lashes wouldn't have been like this. Dickon Beckey shook his head.

"Teacher, sit down and take a break. After Cynthia helped Deacon Obey back into the comfortable leather chair, she slowly bent down and threw her sword qi on the carpet in her mage robe, carefully avoiding the blood marks on her back, and buttoning them one by one.

"It's okay to stay in the Fort Mage," Deacon Bay regained his recovery after a short pause with another glass of citral sour juice. "Those sculptors didn't give you any trouble?"

"Not bad. Cynthia didn't like to have too much contact with the Shaping Mage, after all, they were not all the way, and they forcibly mixed with them, thinking that they were ostracized by the people in their own circle, but this job of her own was arranged by Deacon Bay, and she had to go.

"Although the second young master of Timo is very popular, he has no ambition at all, and the future academy may not be his. With a sigh of relief, Dickembe said to her meaningfully: "It may be difficult for me to let you help them now, but you will understand later." ”

"I know that the teacher did all this for me. Cynthia twitched slightly, lowered her eyelids, and followed his meaning.

"Two days ago, Victor came to me again, saying that there was a psyker who uses spiritual power in the academy and wanted to ask you for help with spiritual power counseling. What do you think?"

"As long as it's the teacher's arrangement, it's right. Cynthia continued to bow her eyebrows in response to Deacon Bay's question.

"Well, in that case, you'll have less time for yourself. ”

"I just hope the teacher can help Diego......" Cynthia took a breath and agreed to Dickon Bey, but she still had her own insistence. "I only have this one brother. ”

"Alas, you child, go back and recuperate slowly, and I'll talk to Diego later. I didn't expect Cynthia to insist so persistently on this issue, so she could only reluctantly agree to her request.

"Thank you, teacher, I don't know who that person is?"

"Don't be in a hurry to say these things, you go back first to take care of your back, what medicine do you need, just come and get it, the department still has these funds, the key is ......" Speaking of this, Deacon Bae-hate paused, and said in an aggravated tone: "There must be no scars left!"

Cynthia naturally understood where her value was, and after nodding her head in agreement, she turned around and left the office, trying to adjust her posture as much as possible to be as normal as possible without touching the wound on her back.